| The heart wants what it wants
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| I’m stuck on her, it’s like I’m lost in my thoughts
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| She with somebody else so I’m always feeling caught
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| In the middle of a riddle every night we talk
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| I’m not trying to break up a happy home
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| Foundations rocky though I shake some stones
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| She keeps it on the low but I think he knows
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| He can tell in her eyes when her feelings show
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| It’s a tug of war between what’s comfortable
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| And what she really wants
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know you still need him
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| It’s a tug of war between what’s comfortable
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| And what she really wants
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know you still feel me
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| I know it’s wrong but you make it hard to breathe
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| And I know
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| I know you couldn’t sleep
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| I know
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| I know you couldn’t sleep
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| It’s in the way you lay
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| And I would buy you roses
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| Mighty, mighty roses
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| But you
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| You would never get them
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| You would never get them
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| You would
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| It’s the irony in how we live
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| Something about how she walks in the room
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| Heart starts beating gets hot like high noon
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| I really think I’m losing it I lost my mind
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| Racing the clock like I lost to time
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| Watching it all while I’m sitting on the side lines
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| Maybe in another life we’d be fine
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| But I don’t see the reason, the reason she won’t leave him
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| All this deceives me, and I guess she needs him
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| I feel so jealous he gets to wake up to you
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| I know
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know
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| I know you still need him
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| I feel so jealous he gets to wake up to you
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| I know
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know
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| I know I feel it too
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| I know it’s wrong but you make it hard to breathe
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| And I know
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| I know you couldn’t sleep
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| I know you couldn’t sleep
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| It’s in the way you lay
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| And would buy you roses
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| Mighty, mighty roses
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| But you
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| You would never get them
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| You would never get them
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| You would
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| It’s the irony in how we live
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| Mighty mighty roses
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| Mighty mighty roses
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| I know you’re guilty
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| I know you’re guilty
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| Oh
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| I know
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| I feel so jealous he gets to wake up to you
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| That’s gotta be so beautiful
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| I feel so jealous he gets to wake up to you
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| That’s gotta be so beautiful
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| It’s the irony in how we love |